Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Ying Zheng stared at the two young figures from a distance, froze for a moment, and then smiled faintly.

"Yes."

"Take Fusu to the bedroom for him."

Miss Ling Shi respectfully saluted: "No."

Turning around, Meteor strode in front of Yan Ce, she said coldly, "Put it down, give it to me."

Concise, crisp, and hostile.

The moment Yan Ce crouched down, a pair of slender hands smoothly and quickly took Fusu, the son on Yan Ce's back.

Miss Ling Shi gently hugged the girl in her arms and sneered in a threatening tone: "Don't do unnecessary things."

Yan Ce glanced at the black-haired woman not far away, and said weakly, "Don't worry, I don't have the strength to do it."

After Ling Shi walked away with Fusu in his arms, Yan Ce slowly moved his footsteps to get close to Ying Zheng, and opened the palm of his hand, which contained a ring.

"this is for you."

Ying Zheng curiously looked at the "ring" handed over by the young man. It should be carefully interspersed with slender vines and a ring with a pattern similar to a heart of hearts.

"Is this a grass ring?"

Yan Ce said seriously: "In another country, this is also called a ring, which symbolizes a kind of blessing and prayer. Send it to you, do you want it?"

She showed a playful smile and glanced at Yan Ce, who was a little guilty, "Blessings?"

"kindness."

The teenager decided to trick her into wearing it first, and talk about the future goals later.

Ying Zheng smiled, took it and rubbed it in the palm of his hand a few times.

Yan Ce asked cautiously, "Since you have received the gift, don't practice with me tomorrow, will you?"

"No."

The smile on her lips gradually dissipated, and she said lightly, "Reach out your hand."

"Huh? Oh."

Yan Ce tangled for a moment, then honestly stretched out his left hand.

"Right hand."

"it is good."

As soon as the white jade-like palm grasped the boy's right hand, King Qin leaned over gently, the blush on his slightly drunk face was particularly attractive, and the blurred pupils added an indescribable sense of charm.

The woman domineeringly put the "ring" on the ring finger of Yan Ce's right hand.

"Don't take it off."

Chapter 25 The Meaning of the Ring

At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun of Xia Xi fell on the Xianyang Palace, reflecting the long and narrow shadows of the two.

Outside the side hall, Ying Zheng firmly put the ring into his ring finger and let go of the boy's hand. The woman's hand was very soft. This almost perfect touch almost made the boy reluctant to part. Come down." He took his soft, white hand away from Yan Ce's hand without any delay.

What does the ring on the ring finger mean?It's a promise, it's an oath, and there's a marriage contract without regrets...

It was just a marriage contract.

engagement……

And a marriage proposal--

Yan Ce was a little stunned, and strange thoughts could not help but pop up in her heart, but looking at her indifferent expression, it seemed that she had just done an ordinary thing.

She squinted her eyes, pursed the corners of her mouth, and said with a half-smile, "Does it have any meaning to wear it on the ring finger?"

Do you know this tone or not!This is so torturous.

Yan Ce lowered his head decisively and said, "There is no other meaning."

"A lie again."

The cold eyes clearly reflected the strange expression of the young man, she leaned down slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Even if you commit the crime of deceiving the king, you have to lie, the widow is really curious, judging by your expression, it is not a simple blessing at all? The widow first guess."

The pupils stared at the young man and the subtle expression he showed, "What does it mean? It's awe? Well... it doesn't seem to be."

can't guess... can't guess...

Yan Ce thought silently in her heart, her eyes dodged, and she did not dare to look at her.

"Rely on? Not really."

She took a step forward to observe his shy reaction more closely.

The woman raised an ambiguous arc and said with a smile, "Then could it be—"

The pounding of the heart was almost so loud that Ying Zheng could feel it.

The alcohol smell mixed with the faint body fragrance rushed to the depths of the brain of at least the young, and the expression on the cheek was inevitably flustered.

Inexplicable complex colors were rendered in her pupils, she took a half step back silently, and the setting sun reflected on the side of her face, which was a faint crimson.